"And
the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, the glory as
it were of the Only Begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth."

Thus
does Saint John's Gospel (1:14) announce the ineffably grand moment when the Son of
God "dwelt among us" in order to manifest His glory.

Yet,
how discreet, how humble, how hidden was this first step taken by the King of
the universe along His path of suffering, struggle, and triumph!

Let
us meditate on the Nativity of Our Lord Jesus Christ with the Gospel of Saint
Luke (2:1-7).

And
it came to pass that in those days there went out a decree from Caesar
Augustus, that the whole world should be enrolled. This enrolling was first
made by Cyrinus, the governor of Syria.

And
all went to be enrolled, everyone into his own city.

And
Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth into Judea, to the city of
David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was
of the house and family of David, to be enrolled with Mary, his espoused wife,
who was with child.

And
it came to pass that when they were there, her days were accomplished, that she
should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped Him
in swaddling clothes, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for
them in the inn.

Let
us picture a poor wedded couple, dressed with simplicity and bound for Bethlehem, crossing the
arid countryside of the Holy Land, aridity alleviated only by
a few streams and olive groves. Mary travels seated on a young donkey, while
Joseph proceeds on foot, pondering the words of the angel who revealed to him
the miraculous character of his virgin spouse's pregnancy.

As
they reach Bethlehem, the winter
night falls. But no one receives them, "because there was no room for them
in the inn."

Is
it for them that there is no room, since they have no prestige? Prestige
commonly comes, especially in decadent times, from money and concessions to the
vices of the times and the spirit of the "world" (this spirit being
understood in the sense the Gospels give it). But this holy couple is poor and
gifted with a highly religious spirit -- virtues the "worldly" find
particularly detestable.

Nevertheless,
Saint Joseph and Our Lady
descend from the highest lineage of Bethlehem of Judea. Saint Joseph is a prince of
the House of David, and Our Lady likewise descends from the kings of Judea.

However,
so decadent are the Chosen People that in their eyes Saint Joseph is nothing but
a poor carpenter, while Our Lady, his relatively well-off cousin, has chosen to
share his poverty.

What
are they doing in Bethlehem?

They
are obeying the decree of the Roman Emperor, Caesar Augustus, who, certainly
for vanity's sake, had ordered a census to ascertain how many were subject to
his power.

The
Prince of the House of David, in travelling to the city of his birth, manifests
the glory of the foreign emperor. Saint Joseph is conquered,
Caesar Augustus is the conqueror. And Bethlehem fails to recognize
her illustrious children.

"He
came unto his own, and his own received him not" (John 1:11). Mary and Joseph, bearing the very Son of God, are
rejected by their own people and are thus obliged to seek shelter in a cave
inhabited by animals. So it is in the intimacy and isolation of that dwelling
place for beasts that history's most important event up till that time unfolds:
the Word of God, made flesh in the most pure womb of Mary, comes into the
world.

***

Thus
does one understand the kind of joy proper to the Nativity: great solitude and
deprivation, but at the same time great elevation. For over such misery
descended riches without name, riches unlike any others on the face of the
earth: the Child-God, wrapped in swathes of cloth and lying in a manger where
animals feed.

None
save that couple witness or know how to appreciate this scene of indescribable
grandeur.

The
highest glory is there present in a tender child who, crying, hungry, and cold,
extends his little arms towards his mother, requesting a little milk or cloths
for a covering. And Our Lady knows that it is the Creator who opens his arms
unto her! The Sovereign of the universe cries, beseeching a bit of milk and
warm clothing!

We
can imagine the contrast between the supernatural ambience and the poverty of
the grotto. There the Child Jesus is adored by all the angels in a magnificent
choir, the celestial court celebrating the greatest feast up to then. Angels and Archangels, Cherubim and Seraphim, with extraordinary
brilliance, give glory to God through the Nativity. That glory permeates
the grotto discreetly, for it is necessary that those outside not take note,
that only souls of faith perceive it, and only in intimacy. There, reclining,
praying, is Our Lady, the most perfect soul in all the history of mankind, save
only the divine Person of Our Lord Jesus Christ. For Our Lady alone is worth
more than all the souls before her, during her time, and thereafter; more than
all who existed, exist, and will exist until the end of the world. She alone is
worth more than all the angels.

A
short distance away, praying to the Child-God and to Our Lady, is the humble
cabinetmaker, the deposed prince, obscured by history and by the misfortunes
that befell his ancestors. That man received an honor
proper to no one else: He was chosen to be the spouse of the mother of the Word
Incarnate, the adoptive father of the very Son of God!

***

This
takes place at midnight, when little
moved in the ancient world. We can imagine the silence, the abandonment. The
inhabitants of the nearby city of Bethlehem comfortably
rest in their beds. Outside, even the livestock sleep, while
the Divine Infant is born. Everything is empty and alone; darkness
reigns. Only within that grotto does a small light flicker. Only that couple is
there, they and the Child Jesus, the King of ages, the God-Man Himself.

This
divine event takes place before few. The greatest of honors
is born and resides entirely in a frail infant. The most important historical
event up to that time comes to pass in secret, in such a way that the sole
witnesses to that august scene desire to meditate, to remain silent, with more
appetite to feel the Nativity within themselves than to proclaim it in a loud
and clear voice. It is the affectionate reverence of those who know not how to
render gratitude for the extraordinary honor of
touching, in such an intimate way, so high a mystery, coupled with pity and
compassion for a God who consented to make Himself so small. How to express
respect so great that it approaches fear, and tenderness so profound that it
seems almost to liquefy the soul? Lofty veneration, then,
lofty adoration, and lofty tenderness.

This
also seems to explain the nocturnal aspect of the Nativity. We cannot conceive
of it taking place save at night, for darkness is necessary for radiating so
discreet a light. Therein we find the joy characteristic of Christmas, which
hesitates to expand itself for fear of losing its delicacy and intimacy.

***

Thus
does one understand why such Christmas carols as "StilleNacht" are customarily sung in a low voice,
almost as if to oneself. They are sung as if not to
awaken the Child Jesus. This is one aspect of the genius of "StilleNacht," composed by a
simple German schoolmaster in the last century, yet now the preeminent
Christmas carol of all ages. Hearing it, we have the impression that the choir
is in a corner of the cave of Bethlehem. The choir
sings with such emotion, for it almost cannot help it, yet in a very low voice,
so as not to disturb the Divine Infant, nor the
ineffable and almost internal song with which Our Lady is lulling her Son.

In
this way one understands the thousand delicacies that sound in "Silent
Night," and the tenderness of the Nativity. It is a song expressive of a
kind of compassion for Him who is being celebrated: How little this infinite
God; how infinite this little God!

Centuries
of Christian civilization were necessary that the most celebrated of Christmas
songs might blossom like a flower in the Catholic Church.